Sept. 21st 2016-
2300 hours -
Somewhere over the Pacific-
Warrent Officer First Class Aaron Strider, Age 23.
Designation: Marksman Grade IV
My name is Aaron Strider, i am a Demi-Titan. For about two years now i've been in Delta Force, Charlie Company. I had never told anyone about who i actually am. My father; Prometheus left my mother shortly after i was born, and to this giorno i havent seen o heard anything from him since. I joined the U.S. Army rangers at 18, i had no idea what i was getting myself into. War is hell, and i witnessed it first hand. Surviving was a specialty of mine, and i suppose The 'higher ups' in JSOC knew it. I received a letter asking me to unisciti SFOD, and here i am today... Scrivere a biography, this is pointless. -end
My commanding officer walks past me and i drop the tablet i was Scrivere on. "Officer on deck!" i shout. Everyone in Charlie company stands at attention and salutes the General.
"At ease." he says and returns the salute. We lower our salutes and sit back down. "Tomarrow, te boys will be dropping in over enemy lines. Now I want all of te back home in one piece, te hear me?!" he calls out
"Sir Yes SIr!" Charlie company calls out simultaneously. "Thats what i like to hear! Now get some rest, big giorno tomarrow." he risposte and leaves.
"Aaron, i'll see te in the morning" Nick says to me and heads out. "Yeah, night" i reply and lay on my cot. Eventually i dose off to sleep and tomarrow would be the scariest giorno of my life... If only I had known.
ciao guys,
It's been almost seven years since I first joined this website, which seems hard to believe. I came back to check this place out on a nostalgic whim, and wow, the memories hit me hard.
I just wanted to let te guys know, this club really meant a lot to me. It gave me a wonderful, comfortable spazio to try to express myself, and experiment making stories with other people. It felt like we had our own little private corner of the world to play around in, and I’m grateful for that. I'll admit my Scrivere here makes me cringe a bit now, but it was so important to me during that part of my life and I’ve grown so much from it that I wouldn’t dare change a thing.
Thank te all so much for being such wonderful Friends and sharing that time with me. I’m doing well, and I sincerely hope the rest of te are too. Maybe we'll manage to get back in touch again sometime, but even if not, I wish the best for all of you.
Love,
Jaz
It's been almost seven years since I first joined this website, which seems hard to believe. I came back to check this place out on a nostalgic whim, and wow, the memories hit me hard.
I just wanted to let te guys know, this club really meant a lot to me. It gave me a wonderful, comfortable spazio to try to express myself, and experiment making stories with other people. It felt like we had our own little private corner of the world to play around in, and I’m grateful for that. I'll admit my Scrivere here makes me cringe a bit now, but it was so important to me during that part of my life and I’ve grown so much from it that I wouldn’t dare change a thing.
Thank te all so much for being such wonderful Friends and sharing that time with me. I’m doing well, and I sincerely hope the rest of te are too. Maybe we'll manage to get back in touch again sometime, but even if not, I wish the best for all of you.
Love,
Jaz
Hades Aspect
Mark Ivory
*Nickname¬
"Marky", "Ivory"
Age¬
16
Mutagen Aspect¬
Hades
Demeanor¬
Playful, Snarky, Rebellious
Appearance¬
Family¬
His Father was Adam Ivory, a key figure in the Grazer Military. Jordan is his brother, a Late teen trying all he can to protect his little brother from harm. His mother is an entirely diferent story. Sarah was a devoutee christian and loyal wife to Mark's father, yet was deeply kind to Mark and Jordan.
Origins¬
(You all know the rest, and if not, here
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